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Motherhood Was Designed By Men
No wonder it’s so unfulfilling.
When I was 8, I decided that fathers shouldn’t be firefighters. After finishing another nail-biting episode of Captain Planet, I found myself lecturing my father on the dangers of the deadly profession in case he got any crazy ideas. “Daddy’s shouldn’t fight fire,” I warned him during bath time. It’s hot, and you could get burnt, Daddy.” “Oh Nne, that sounds awful.” He smiled. He found my interest endearing. “Yeah, and if you got burnt real bad, who would walk us to the bus stop?” I asked innocently. My concerns were self-serving but understandable given my age.
“Nne, who gets you all dressed every morning?”
“Mommy!”
“That’s right, mommy. And what about dinner? Who makes sure we eat big, big food every night?” “Mommy does.”
“Eh heh. And when you have fever?”
“Mommy gives me medicine.”
“That’s right; mommy always takes good care of us. So, don’t worry for that. Ok?”
“Ok, Daddy,” I said as I relaxed back into our routine.
He’s right, I thought to myself. Mom was the one doing all the life-saving work, not this guy, and mom was always on the job, almost like it was one.
